Ma Lo Misa

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Society
Can try to be
Attractive
But it lacks the
Widening
Of eyes at things:
Captives
Love the actors

And actors
Love to captivate:
Magic
Doesn’t have to make
Rabbits
Come from hats if a
Hat is
Just a scatterbrained

Savage
From a grassy plain:
Hapless
Once attackers came:
Magic
What attacks are named:
Slapstick
Cuz the facts remain

Corpses, but
They’re corpulent:
Bloated
Into boastful..
Force is what
A warrior loves:
Hopeful
Isn’t hope tho..

Catapults
Are magical:
Sieges
Are diseases:
After all
As it falls
Fever
Darkens people..

Sleep becomes an empire
People love the rims, tired
Cathedral slows:
The vehicle
Creeps up, then the men fire..

Belief is just a tripwire:
Defeat? It’s just a bit higher..
Leaders run within liars
Freedom’s just a sin’s choir..

Mamacita
Ma Lo Misa’s
Greed is what will pit pipers
When they lie
Every time
People hug a pit viper..

Phoniest fantastic
Ebullient phantasms:
An onerous, reactive
Malodorous miasma..

Open up the can, it’s
Hope is what an ass kicks
Lower than it’s pants sit
No one understands it..

Growin up a captive
Comatose, in madness
Overdose on absence
Holy Ghost, or magic?

Ma Lo Misa’s
Hallowed seat
Is only what is planted:
Hell’s so deep
It smells so sweet:
Malodorous miasma..